The search for the worst
They run for what they've done
We hunt for what we want
Your head, your head, you're dead
I think I see a witch...over there
I think I see one...over there
I think I see a witch
The tribe is alive
The narc won't survive
We hunt for what we want
Your head, your head, you're dead
I think I see a witch...over there
I think I see one...over there
I think I see a witch
I think I see a witch
I think I see a witch
I think I see a witch...over there